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"However, I knew somewhere deep in my heart...that this was the reason why I couldn’t ignore Psyche." [req! close]

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Hello fellow writers and readers! You can call me jaths, anatanoe, basically anything. Thank you all for taking time out of your day to check out my blog! Have a good day everyone!

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If anyone is interested I have a wattpad account and currently working on a lookism fanfic! My account's username is anatanoerp.

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HELLOOOO I HOPE YOURE HAVJNG A GREAT DAY SO LIKE RMEMEBER YOUR ‘ MY ‘ FIC IN WATTPAD LIKE THE LOOKISM FIC I JUST WANTED TO KNOW IF ITS INSPIRED BY ORV IN ANY WAY? AND SORRY TO BOTHER YOU IF IT ISNT😭 I LOVE THE STORY THOUGH KEEP IT UP! ITS ONE OF MY FAVORITE STORIES :)

Thank you so much for liking My! And yes it was inspired from orv, the idea just suddenly popped inside my head and I was like why not write it

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when are the requests gonna be open again 👀

It will be probably open again if I'm not too busy doing schoolwork and I'm too occupied trying to update my book in Wattpad so I don't really know when I can prioritize my Tumblr account, so sorry😔

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Kill The Prince!

[Scaramouche/Wanderer x Fem! Reader]

Synopsis: Task on taking the 6th Prince’s head back on a golden platter to the rebellion forces, you set foot in the land of the cold and barren nation Snezhnaya. As forces collide and destinies are made, it seems that you have taken his heart instead of his head.

TW: Grammar, not proofread

Word count: 1972

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The cold made you shiver in your cushion seat as the simple but elegant carriage took you up to the mountain hill where the Zapolyarny Palace stood tall and proud. The palace which was usually cold and unwelcoming now glitters with lights made from the elements of the world, as the carriage passes through the floating string of lights in the entrance. Your eyes make the sight of Anemo, Geo, Electro, Dendro, and many more. It must have been the gifts of the esteemed rulers from every nation, you thought.

You step out of the carriage with light steps, trained as you were in masking your presence. You can’t exactly stay quiet with the purple heels clicking and clacking every step you take, the off-shoulder purple dress that’s designed with flowers sways from left to right as you make your way up the stairs and into the palace. The long dress stays true to its purpose of covering the daggers placed on your ankles.

The celebration was in full swing, as the palace doors opened welcoming you in its otherworldly presence. Even though your goal was to kill, it isn’t too much of a distraction to the mission if you just stop for a minute and take in the fantastic structure of the palace, this wasn’t the first time you have come to the palace. But there was a difference between seeing it on the inside, of course, all you’ve ever done before coming to this party was survey the area and observe the rotation of palace guards that will take the watch at night.

As you make your way through the ballroom and to the buffet section, you watch with a stoic expression as nobles from all nations frolic around the ballroom, your [h/l] [h/c] perfectly masked the disgusted expression slowly overtaking your features. Everyone in this ballroom knows how Snezhnaya rules their land at the hand of its Empress and her 11 children.

They don’t rule with warmth and comfort like blankets made for enduring the winter night, they rule with iron fists and stormy blizzards. Taking up their nation by its neck and squeezing for all its worth, villages were left with no money and crops due to the long winter nights and the high taxes, and children and parents were left to starve. With every protest to the Tsaritsa to control the weather and bring the sunlight back again, the snow seems to worsen leaving all protesters to shut their mouths and stay all day long in their cabins.

You glance at the grandfather’s clock situated on the right side of the ballroom, it’s almost time for their arrival and it also means that you need to act fast with what you’re doing. The plan was simple, as the clock strikes midnight the Empress will raise a toast, a cup filled with red wine, and a small piece of bread. The poison was in the wine and the antidote was the bread, you have heard that the 6th Prince has refused to eat the bread every time the ceremony took place. Without the antidote, the prince will die. But if things go south, a push in the right direction will do the trick. You glance at the dagger that was skillfully hidden beneath your dress.

You might ask, why the 6th Prince? Not the crown prince Pierro who’s next in line for the throne? Well, it is said that the 6th Prince was a gift from the mighty ruler of Inazuma, and look how things are going inside the castle (thanks to your informant) the Tsaritsa has bestowed power unto the 6th Prince, the power that was normally gifted to the next heir on the throne. And together with the support from the nation of eternity and the newly bestowed power from the Empress, it was no-brainer that there is a possibility of the 6th Prince becoming the next emperor.

Unfortunately, rumors of the 6th Prince’s tyranny spread through the land, and it spurred the little terrified hearts of poor civilians. Willing the rebellion forces that have kept quiet for five years finally move and tonight will be the setting stone for a civil war that may last for years.

The trumpet made a sound and the doors to the palace opened, the Tsaritsa walked through the red carpet and lay straight on the floor. Your ears picked up sounds of shock gasps and breathy mumbles of gossip through every noble present in the room, of course, they couldn’t let their mouths stay shut when the 6th Prince Scaramouche was walking side-by-side with the Tsaritsa while the crown prince was left behind together with his siblings.

As the murmurs and whispers fade into the background your [e/c] orbs made contact with the 6th Prince’s and you let out a small whisper of amazement, the prince’s eyes were purple mixed with lighter shades of blue, and for a moment you can see a small strike of lightning in his mesmerizing eyes before it vanished as quickly it appeared.

11:55 PM

The Tsaritsa gathers everyone into a circle before raising her hand in the air, a golden cup filled with red blood wine and white bread in her other hand. You glance around before making contact with your other accomplice that was assigned in the kitchens, she gives a small nod signaling that the deed was done.

11:56 PM

You glance at the side of the Tsaritsa expecting to see the 6th Prince raising his cup, but the place beside the Empress was empty.

11:57 PM

You hurriedly look around everywhere as you scope the surroundings trying to find any man of short height, with purple hair, and striking mesmerizing eyes. In the corner of your eyes, you spotted a white coat making its way to the royal gardens. It has to be him.

You run with your heels making noise but the loudness of the cheers for the Tsaritsa drowns it out, you made your way to the gardens and came upon the man standing beneath the white moonlight basking in the light that the moon gives. As if sensing your presence, the man’s relaxed facial expression turned furrowed as his eyes opened revealing his intense stare that settles down deep into your bones.

11:58 PM

“Who are you?” His voice was cold and it battled the stormy blizzards that Snezhnaya has, you inhaled as you felt your muscles contract at his deathly stare. Your limbs froze due not to the cold but to his menacing aura that he is giving out in waves, you bite your tongue so hard that it drew blood as you crossed your legs and gave a shaky curtsy. “Your Highness, I apologize for intruding on your time, then I shall excuse myself.” You were no match for him, it was the bitter truth, you can’t take him down now when you’re not fully prepared.

You stop in your tracks as the wind behind you picks up, and you can feel small currents of electricity stinging your skin. You turned to face the prince with a shaky but polite smile on your face. “I said, who are you? If you turn your back to me once more, I will behead you.” This wasn’t going well.

“I am [Y/n] Sokolov, your highness.”

“I have never heard of any Sokolovs in the empire.” You smiled.

“That is because we have just moved to Snezhnaya, Your Royal Highness. You see my father is a merchant—”

“I didn’t ask for your pathetic background.” Wow, rude. You tried to stop the myriad of insults that will soon spew out of your mouth.

11:59 PM

“Who sent you? Is it from my mother that hails from the land of Inazuma? Or my siblings? Which one are you?” His eyes struck you down, his weapon Tulaytullah's Remembrance floats atop his right hand as he waits for your word. “Your Royal Highness, I assure you I have come with my own two feet, no one sent—” The prince then laughed and created a sword made of wind, if you keep your eyes a little more you can see lightning slashing through the ripples of wind.

He then steps forward, and forward, your legs betraying you in this very moment as you stay still on the ground. He looks you straight in the eyes, as the tip of the sword finally made contact with your neck. The sharp edge pricks the skin and a trail of blood flows from your neck down to your collarbones.

“Your Royal Highness, there seems to be a mistake—”

“I don’t see any problem here; you’ve come to take my head but you’re the one getting beheaded.” He scoffs as he pushes the blade more into your skin, you can almost feel it stabbing into your throat.

“Your Royal Highness, I have not one inch of the intention of trying to kill you!”

12:00 PM

“Is that so? Then explain why you were following me around.”

“I—”

“If you don’t give me an answer in three seconds, this blade will strike you with no mercy.”

“Your Highness—” You gasp out as you can feel the wind around you constrict, leaving no place to escape.

“3.” He counted.

“Wait! Please take a moment!” You cried out to the man before you to have a bit of mercy.

“2.”

“It’s because—!”

“1.”

“I love you!” You shout as you close your eyes, waiting for the blade to strike you and welcome you in its embrace. You waited and waited but felt no movement from the man before you. The blade that was tightly pressing onto your throat disappeared and you will yourself to take a peek, gently opening your eyes, you spot the prince staring at you with wide eyes, his mouth agape, aided with the moonlight, you spot a small blush creeping onto his cheeks.

He dispelled the sword and you watched in silent amazement as the sword melded with the wind, but the air around you that constricts was still there but its hold that was hostile before is now gentle like a breezing wind.

“Say that again.” He looks you straight in the eye, and for a second you thought you saw his eyes turn vulnerable before they disappeared as quickly as his irises steeled.

“I—I love you?” The prince nodded his head before tilting it to the side.

“What did you love about me?” He looks at you inquisitively and with every passing second the wind around you constricts to a tight hold. “I like your eyes, and your hair too. And your clothing style, your voice too.” At this point you were just spitting out everything your mind tells you too, every word that comes out of your mouth, Scaramouche turned even redder under the pale moonlight his eyes glistening with an emotion you can’t describe, a laugh left the prince’s lips as he holds your face close to his, “how interesting.”

Scaramouche then gently backs away from your bewildered countenance with an uncharacteristic soft smile on his porcelain face, “[y/n] Sokolov, I will be sending you an invitation. Be sure to take responsibility.” He then turned away from you, and with a flick of his finger, the air that surrounded you disperse. Without the air holding you against your will, your knees weakened and you fell to the ground with a thud. Your hand is now holding the wound that was still flowing from your neck.

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Dis the most embarrassing thing ever, literally got subbed in to play basketball and not even 3 minutes in I'm already injured and can't walk. I'm about to die out of embarrassment😭

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I aspire to be like Wednesday in a writer sense, girl literally allots an hour a day on her novel and writes on a typewriter with perfect grammar and punctuations. You can't erase shit on a typewriter, if you made an error you start all over again, and I'm here 5 mins in suffering from writer's block already, using a modern technology (godbless Google docs) that helps me not do poor grammar which I do in a daily basis, and I can not even write a single sentence without getting distracted. Like how tf does she do it.

I need it badly. Like really.

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AYEE I just finished learning the itzy chesire dance aye aye aye after three days😁😁😁 my back hurts

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OWJOEHSKWJAJ THAT FIC WHERE AL HAITHAM SAYS I LOVE YOU IN EVERY LANGUAGE IS SO GOOD!!!!

My favorite part was mahal na mahal kita BCUZ IM FILIPINO!!

Keep writing! Your work is amazing

THANK YOU😭 I will try my best

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I love you in every language

A/N: Dang, I hope no one did this yet. If I get any language wrong I’m very sorry, I only searched the languages through the internet. I’m no expert, so please excuse any mistakes.

TW: Suggestive themes, not proofread.

Word Count: 2017

[Alhaitham x Fem! Reader]

Synopsis: It’s a brainer that your boyfriend knows and is fluent in a lot of different languages, but sometimes you wish that you had a translator with you seeing as your boyfriend always talks to you in a different language for no reason. Be it his way of teasing, or maybe his affection.

You’ve always known that Alhaitham was a genius, he’s the Akademiya’s scribe and was almost promoted to be part of the Sages. But he refused and stayed as the Scribe. You asked him once why he refused a position as powerful as that, though you know Alhaitham’s personality by now since the both of you have been dating for three years. You couldn’t help but wonder why?

“The reason?” Alhaitham looks over to you for a minute before tilting his head to the side, the book that he has always been reading now peacefully rests on his lap and he motioned for you to come closer, and who were you to refuse your very handsome boyfriend? You sat on his lap and laid your head on his chest, your ears picking up the fast rhythmic beat of his heart. “If I accepted that position, I would be too busy to spend time with you, dear.”

You laugh and faced the man with his usual stoic expression, “I could always visit you in the Akademiya.” Alhaitham shakes his head, “though that idea sounds tempting, you might miss me too much at night. My back still hurts—” You slap Alhaitham’s shoulder lightly as he stops and laughs with mirth in his eyes as he sees your annoyed expression. “Okay, I get it, I get it.” Alhaitham stops laughing and he quietly stares at your features with that gaze of his.

Full of love and warmth you feel like you can drown in it, “I love you.” You smiled and held him close, your foreheads touching as the both of you share the intimate moment that you wish could last forever, “I love you too.” Alhaitham smiles and he closes in and his lips meet yours in a passionate kiss.

I love you. English

It was morning when you woke up to a touch on your hair, the hand warm and gentle as it peacefully lulls you to another sleep. “Good morning.” You grumbled incoherently as you sat up on the bed, stretching your limbs to fully relieve the tension in your body, “sleep, it’s only five in the morning.” Alhaitham tried to guide you back to bed again and you huff as he put the blanket over your form like what a mother does to a child, “I’m not a child.” You huff.

Alhaitham smiles and mumbles a low I know, I know. Alhaitham watches as your eyelid droops, leading you to another slumber. He presses his lips against your temple before mumbling a low confession of his love for you, “Ich Liebe Dich.” Alhaitham lowly laughs as your snores filled the room and he shakes his head fondly.

Ich Liebe dich. German

You hum cheerfully as you make your way to the Akademiya where your boyfriend currently is, you have heard from town that Alhaitham was overworking, a bit too much. Seeing as he didn’t even come to your house to eat his lunch, so you put it upon yourself to bring his lunch for him, aren’t you a good girlfriend? You enter the gates to the Akademiya as you make your way through the floors trying to look for your lover. Once you spot the door to his office you barge your way in, not even bothering to knock.

Sensing the ruckus incoming, Alhaitham sighs and looks at you disapprovingly, you smiled and cheered, “so how’s my baby boy?” Alhaitham drops his head on his palms as another sigh leaves his lips, “bad since you’re here.” You pout as you stride to the chair that was sitting in front of his desk which was filled to the brim with important documents, “oh come on, is that any way to greet your beautiful girlfriend?”

Alhaitham looks at the door that was painfully left open with sorrowful eyes, “close the door.” You shrug before plopping yourself on the seat and answered, “it’s fine I’ll be leaving soon anyways, I just came here to drop your lunch.” Alhaitham looks at the clock that was hanging on the wall. “I could have gone to your house to eat together.” You rolled your eyes before putting your head on the table as your fingers made their way to Alhaitham’s.

“Yeah, yeah. Then you would forget about it since you’re so busy.” Alhaitham sighs as he intertwines his fingers with yours. You look straight into his eyes as you stand up from your seat and lean over the desk and plant your lips onto his. That was your second mistake, seeing as the kiss turned into a heated make-out session, Alhaitham’s eyes pulled you closer, his hands now on your waist as he made you sit on his desk, the papers now left forgotten.

Alhaitham’s body was in between your legs as he kissed you passionately, he gently bites on your lip and you permitted him to, you opened your mouth to let him have access. Your hands now find their way to his nape as you tug at the small strands of hair, Alhaitham groans into the kiss as he further presses his body to yours. You let out a moan as you feel the air leaving you. You tapped on his chest but he ignored it, in favor of not letting go of your luscious lips.

“Al- wait-!” You gasp out but Alhaitham didn’t seem to care as he continued on feasting on your lips like it was his last meal, a knock on the door brought you out of your intimate session as you immediately stand up and push Alhaitham away from you, you face the man who was looking at the two of you with that deadpan stare of his. “General Mahamatra, haha I didn’t know that you were here.” You awkwardly laugh and you can hear Alhaitham laughing behind you, you huff and kick him on the shins causing him to shut up.

“Next time close the door when you- do intimate things.” You laugh while rubbing the back of your head sheepishly, “Well, I’m just going to leave.” You hurried up to the door but were stopped by a call of your name, “[y/n].” You turned to face your boyfriend questioningly, “Wǒ ài nǐ.” You tilted your head to the side and faced Cyno questioningly. Cyno stares at Alhaitham and back at you before muttering a small I don’t know.

You paused for a moment before shrugging and running out of the room because you just can’t stand any minute in Cyno’s presence when he literally just saw both you and Alhaitham making out a while ago. You waved a small goodbye to your boyfriend and walked through the hallways.

Cyno sighs and leans his side on the doorframe, “I would have liked it if you said it in a language I don’t know.” Alhaitham grins and shrugs, then sits on his chair again. Working on the documents like before. “It's not my fault you know Chinese.”

Wǒ ài nǐ. Chinese

“Why did you suddenly bring me all the way here to Inazuma?” You ask the man beside you who was looking at you gently, “you said you wanted to see the fireworks at the summer festival.” You bite your tongue as you try to control the smile slipping on your face, “well, yeah, I did. But I didn’t know that you would remember that.” Alhaitham smiles as he takes hold of your hands in his, guiding you to the peak of Amakane Island, “when it comes to you, I’ll always remember.”

You look at the fireworks shooting off in the distance with a smile, “you know what’s a real cliché thing to do right now?” You grinned and turned to face Alhaitham that was looking at you expectantly, “we kiss under the fireworks.” You smile and hold the Wagasa over your face as you lean in close and plant your lips on his, you can lightly taste the sweet Dango on his lips that you forced him to try a while back.

“Aishiteru.” He mumbles in between your kisses.

You really should have brought that translator with you.

Aishiteru. Japanese

“Hey, [y/n], talk to me.” Alhaitham looks at you as he places his hands on the side of your face, guiding your head to look at him even once, “I won’t talk to you unless you tell me what you’ve been saying for the past few days.” You gave the man a side-eye before quickly turning away to look at the white wall of your abode. An idea then suddenly came into your mind as you turned toward the man with a dramatic gasp.

“Have you been insulting me this whole time to my face without me even knowing?” Alhaitham signs and gently places his forehead on yours, “now, why would I ever do that?” You huff childishly as you close your eyes, “so, what does it mean then?”

“It’s a form of endearment.”

“What kind?”

“Now that I won’t be telling.” You quickly open your eyes as you look at the smug smile plastered all over Alhaithams’s face, “wow.” Alhaitham grins, “mahal na mahal kita.” You push him away as you point your finger at him irritated, “you did it again! What does that even mean?” 

“Don’t you think it’s about time to learn another language?”

Mahal na mahal kita. Tagalog.

 “Say, Kaveh, do you know what mahal na mahal kita means?” Kaveh stops his pencil from moving as he turns to face you and Alhaitham, “how would I know? I’m a Kshahrewar student, not a scribe.” Kaveh then turned to face Alhaitham and pointed the end of his pencil at the man with an annoyed expression on his face. “Why can’t you just tell her directly!” You look between the two of them and ask.

“What? Tell me what?”

“You know the thing!” Kaveh motioned to Alhaitham and to you with his hands, “Is he breaking up with me?!” You shouted as your face turned sour as you looked at Alhaitham with betrayal in your eyes. “No! How did you even get that idea?!” Kaveh shouted at you before standing up abruptly as he slammed his hands on the wooden desk.

“You know what I have enough with this couple thing, I’m literally just third wheeling at this point!” Kaveh hurriedly leaves the room, in the distance, you can hear him shouting about his grievances. You turned to face Alhaitham questioningly, the said man shrugs and continues reading his book.

“Let him go, he’s just bitter he doesn’t have anyone to share it with.”

“That’s a very cruel thing to say.”

“I know, je t'aime, dear. And I would never break up with you.”

“Thank you very much for the assurance but I still don’t know what you said in the first part.”

je t'aime. French

It was finally the day of your fourth anniversary, it was a rollercoaster ride dating Alhaitham, to overthrow the government and fight with the fatui. You have done all sorts of things you’ve never even thought about when you’ve started to date the Akademiya’s scribe.

Now there he was, all dressed up and down on his knees, a ring on his hand. “I never expect the Akademiya’s scribe to bow down.” You grin as you look at the ring and nod your head, muttering a small yes to the man who had bowed down, he had given you his life and so will you too.

“Of course, I do.” Alhaitham smiles and slips the ring on your ring finger.

“ya lyublyu tebya.”

“You know, I was preparing myself for this day. ya tozhe tebya lyublyu.” Alhaitham grins.

“So, it was all I love you’s all along. I really thought you were saying some mean things to me.” Alhaitham laughs as he kisses you on the lips. “I would never.”

ya lyublyu tebya/ya tozhe tebya lyublyu. Russian

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Can I get a fluffy DG scenario/Drabble where you both are married and you’re pregnant OR your kid is already born and how he would act

Sorry requests are close rn😞

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Hello, can i ask for a gamin yoon x male reader who is like samuel seo from lookism hcs?

Hii! Unfortunately requests are close rn😔

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Hii!. Well haven't seen you in a while...I was wandering where are you??...

There's no one posting about study group Soo , you know some scenario or one shot or some reaction....

I just want you to post more about study group specific geonyeob and hanwool phi.... because you know they are HOT!! ;)

Anyway goodbye...

I'm currently in a temporary hiatus since my schedule for December is packed full😭 I can't find any time to write because be it I'm tired or spending time with my sister who just came home from overseas so apologies for disappearing 😔😔 I will post more updates when I have time!

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hiii!! you are the author for the book “my” right? in wattpad i love it sm❣️sososo, i have a question actually, do you have any tips for writing lookism fanfictions? and how i could get the characters personality right,.. thank you ily and ur fics <33

HELLOOO omg 🫶 yes I am the author for "My" thank you for supporting that book😭 and for the tips, I usually have a plan in mind for every character. Like how Crystal would act in this certain question and Gun too. Some of them are actually kind of ooc? Especially Gun😭 I think he was too ooc on the chapter 47 part. But I really wanted to write that scene so that Gun can get some bit of emotional development 😭. You should probably think about what's going to be y/n's personality will be throughout out the story and how in your opinion the character will react to y/n's existence. You can also search the characters personality description on their Wikipedia it helps a lot!

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Fav oneshot/hc/work you wrote : 

Least fav oneshot/hc/work you wrote : 

Do you Prefer fluff or angst more?

Do you write fluff better or angst better ?

Describe your writing in one word 

( sending this to all my fav writers cus am curious what they think about themselves ! please ignore this if you don't want to answer<3)

Omg I'm so honored to be one of your favorite writers😭

My fav work that I wrote is probably: my latest one, My Guardian Angel

To be honest I hate most of my works but my least fav is probably: Everbloom violet? My first ever work that I posted on this website.

I prefer angst (sorry to all the fluff lovers out there)

I actually can write for angst better (loving the tears)

The one word that I can describe my writing is: unpredictable ig.

It's usually base on my mood with how good I am on writing. If I'm bored my writing isn't detailed and short? It also goes for when I'm feeling burned out or uninspired.

But when I'm in the mood and is brimming with inspirations, the words flow more quickly and I can write more easily!

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My Guardian angel

Synopsis: Waking up in one of the games you have played and simped for is equally draining both physically and mentally, especially when its characters have attached themselves to you.

[ Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto x fem! Reader ]

Word count: 3,886

TW: Mentions of dying, drowning, swearing, repetition of words, grammar mistakes, and not proofread.

PS: I have not played twisted wonderland for a long time, so I might get things wrong.

It was terrifying, the way water ran up to your nostrils entirely clogging it up in its presence. The flailing of your limbs in the dark ocean and in the corner of your mind you can imagine a small or a large hand making its way out of the depths of the sea, their clawed and pale white fingers tightly clutching onto your flailing ankles as you try with all of your might to swim, swim, swim, up towards the sea, to live and not to drown. And yet the hand never lets go even during your struggles.

It stays, and it’s there. Anchoring and slowly pulling you into the deep depths of the ocean with no mercy. You can vaguely hear shouts of your name in the distance, but with the way the water clogs up your nose and your mouth and everything. You can’t seem to bring it in you to care nor to think, the only thing your body can do is flail and flail around just to survive. Survive.

You open your eyes and you can see black tar rising to the sea surface as the dark substance washes over your drowning figure, covering your eyesight like a warm blanket during winter nights. And then you inhale a sharp intake of breath that leaves you wondering and confused.

I can breathe?

And then you’re opening your eyes as the water that seems to entirely close off your figure was now out of the way, and you came upon the sight of a world, a world so familiar, so pixelated, and beautiful, twisted wonderland.

Riddle Rosehearts:

"As long as you obey the rules of the Queen of Hearts, you're always welcome at Heartslabyul."

Riddle was nothing but a small child but then at that time, his small little fingers trembled in unease as his blueish-gray eyes shook furiously. It was his daily time of sneaking out of his bedroom during his break hours and going to Trey’s home to either play or eat sweets, but the loud thud startled him awake from his happy train of thought and he immediately thought about his mother, did she find out?

But what he didn’t expect to find in the courtyard of his home was a fourteen or was she fifteen? a year old girl? Inside the garden of his home, is she dead? Riddle tries to steady his breathing as he makes his way to you. His fingers gently poke at your side and he immediately backs away from your cold body, oh my god she is dead.

Riddle was about to scream and let out the most horrified and body-shaking yell he had ever ripped out of his mouth for the duration of his ten years of life, because oh sevens, did he just see a dead body fall out of the literal sky? And so, he did, his mouth opened wide as tears were about to fall from the corner of his eyes but he stopped as his eyes feast upon a small twitch of your finger.

And a groan, then the fluttering of your eyelids, and Riddle can finally see that you’re alive and… well? And you almost screamed as your eyes feast upon a young riddle that looks exactly like every fanart you have seen in the twisted wonderland fandom.

Your mouth and eyes were wide open but stopped as you saw the light tremble of the child in front of you and the look of horror in his eyes at the thought of any one of you making noise, and it came to your mind immediately. His childhood, that fucking mother-

And you seethe in silent fury, “you should go now, you don’t want to keep your mother waiting.” Riddle nodded furiously and went back towards where his room was located but stopped as he faced you and tilted his head curiously, “how did you know?” 

“I’m like your guardian angel, you can say that.” You have decided, you will adopt this child and take him out of his mother’s teachings even if it means crawling through hell and back because no way you’re letting your favorite character suffer right in front of you. And he gazes up at you with a small flush on his cheeks and he mutters, “a guardian angel…” 

The first few weeks were awkward, to say the least, you have known that Riddle was socially awkward and have not known social cues thanks to his fucked-up childhood, but it was hard to experience intense staring from a child who looks like he would dissect you the very second. You had asked him once and the child spluttered and his hand's fumbled all around him before finally letting out his question that was bothering him for weeks: “Where’re your wings?” And you facepalmed. How can this child be so cute?

The first thing that you have found out is that you have magical powers. Amazing, right? Teleportation and the other thing, you can’t quite describe it. Riddle had once tried to introduce you to Trey and Chenya and you were excited because wow, a meeting between characters, but who would have known that Trey and Chenya can’t see any bits or pieces of your existence? You comforted Riddle at that time.

(“Are you really real? Or are you just a figment of my imagination?” Riddle let out quiet sobs that break your heart into millions of pieces, “I am, why wouldn’t I be?” And Riddle quietly mutters out a small: My friends can’t see you. And you sigh, “you can see me, right?” He nods, “Didn’t I tell you? I’m your guardian angel, I will always be real.”)

When Riddle turned eleven you had the fantastic idea of stealing from his mother and giving him all of the sweets, you can buy from the town, (you dropped off the money on the counters, don’t worry. You have very high moral ethics.) He smiles as he looks at the dozens of strawberry tarts that you have bought, he will not ask about where’d you get the money because he has an inkling of where you’ve got it from. Bonus, you told him stories about your world and he loves it.

And when he got inside Night Raven College, you have expected him to burst and immediately confront a student who was eating burgers on a Wednesday because you were sure that the game mentioned a passing law like that, but he just… stared and sigh before sitting down in the cafeteria table with you beside him, (no one can still notice you.) You didn’t know how much of an impact your teachings were on him than his mother’s, which Riddle was thankful for.

You have expected it once, that you can’t fight canon. You don’t know where you went wrong but one phone call from his mother was the only thing needed and Riddle was back to his in-game persona, shit happens and he over blotted, you watch in horror as the seventeen-year-old boy now drenched in black tar, his screams were painful and forcefully wrenched out of his throat. “[y/n]! [y/n]! Please, where are you? I’m right! Aren’t I? I’m always right! You said it yourself, where is my guardian angel? Show yourself!” And the monster behind his back lets out a monstrous roar. 

You curse and your mind swirling with thoughts that you can’t even manage to understand before finally moving to another, your head was running at full speed that you didn’t even manage to notice the sprouting wings on your backs nor the shock gasps on everyone’s faces, and you felt it, deep down your soul, you were noticed.

And before you knew it your body was running (flying?) towards the boy you have raised (fuck his mother) and he stares at your figure with wide and hurried eyes and extended his arms out to you like a cub asking for his mother, “[y/n]!” And you met him in a hug that was very much so needed.

You can feel the black tar weighing and taint deep down to your white wings that are almost turning the opposite of their original color but you don't care, all you can think about is the boy in front of you, your son, your brother, your only family.

“Hey, hey! I’m here Riddle, don’t worry. I’m your guardian angel, aren’t I?”

Leona Kingscholar:

"I don't even have time to sleep."

The sun was burning as always in the desert and all Leona needs is a peaceful and uneventful nap under the large tree of Sunset Savanna, who would have known that he would come across a girl that looks older than his age (maybe fifteen years old?) with white wings spreading out of her back and curling around her figure like a protective cocoon.

And she was wet. Dripping wet, he might add. The dry land of the Sunset Savanna was wet and all muddy now due to her dripping wings and white clothing and he scoffs before making his way to you and crouching down to watch your stable breathing and your peaceful features.

“Hey, lady, are you okay?” If it were a man, he would have kicked him and growled at him threateningly for taking his space but Leona was raised to be a respectful man towards women, what a king.

Leona sighs before reaching out a hand and stopping, hesitation seen in his eyes. Right, his magic. He’s not into turning strangers into sand the first time they meet. Leona stares and stares and stares, before getting up and trying to call someone for help. But if something unexpected happens, you surely need to expect the unexpected.

“Your highness… Please excuse my rudeness, but this servant of yours can’t see the person you’re asking for help for.” Leona grumbles and points toward your sleeping figure, “she’s right there.” He points to you but to the servant’s peripheral view, it was just wet ground. “I’m sorry your highness but—” Leona growls and puts his hands up to the sky, “augh no matter, get out of my sight.” 

Leona stares at your sleeping figure before sighing and getting up from his seat, if no one will take care of you then he’ll just scurry the fuck out of here. He turns to face you for a few minutes before leaving.

You woke up to the feeling of a towel covering your entire figure and a note fluttering gently in the wind before falling right in front of you, ‘take care of yourself and pay me back after, herbivore. I don’t know what birds of your kind eat.’ Birds? You turn to your back and let out a gasp as white holy wings fill your vision, and is that a salad bowl right beside you? 

For the first few weeks, Leona hadn’t visited you even once. Though, he would sometimes enter a dreamy state and think about the girl he had given food and a towel once (very unbefitting of the second prince) but then he would shake his head rapidly, terribly confusing his royal tutor. Why am I thinking about that bird?

And yet, his body finds himself running toward the tree he has seen you. A bowl of salad and another fresh towel in hand because what if you were wet again? He doesn’t want you catching a cold— ahem, he doesn’t want you wetting the ground he’s sleeping on.

And the only thing that you can do as Leona stops in front of you with his intimidating thirteen-year-old body was gape because is that Leona Kingscholar in the flesh? and in the corner of your eyes you can see the wisps of sand fluttering around the salad bowl and towel, even Leona notices it too as he immediately lets go of the things he has brought and shove them into your hands.

“Here, take it.” You didn’t pay any mind to the trembling of his fingers, and something inside of you sparks your thinking. I won’t turn to sand, right? And you reach out to hold his tightly trembling hands, you watch as his face contorts to horror and disbelief as he tries to swat your hand away from his, “you what are you doing?!— Do you want to die?” And you smiled as you felt the wisps of sand calm down under your touch.

“You— how.” He looked at your non-disintegrating figure and calmed down under your fingertips, “you— what’s your name?” You smiled, “[y/n] [l/n], your highness. Oh, and please, I’m not a bird, I think so.”

“Then, what are you?” “a guardian angel, maybe?” He furrows his brows, “are you dumb?”

And ever since then, Leona had taken time out of his royally busy day to spend time with you, you should be honored he said.

You especially love your wings; you can fly and do tricks in the air that you can’t do before. You have tried to take Leona flying with you at one time but was greeted with a gentle swat of his hands, (he isn’t much scared of touching you now) but you still force him to fly with you and he looks at you with such a murderous look, you were scared for a second. But the way his eyes light up and his hands trying to touch the clouds with a peaceful serene smile on his face, lets you know that he was enjoying it.

When he turned fourteen, you were greeted by a slap by the door as he hurriedly went inside his room, his pristine white clothing now stained with food and drinks, and with the way he tried to stifle his sobs and his low growls tells you exactly what happened during that birthday party, you manage to coax him to tell you who were the ones that did this to him.

Safe to say, Leona wakes up the next day that four noble families got banned from Sunset Savanna for the crimes of being disrespectful to a royal. Leona stares at you suspiciously for the whole day, he was grateful but won’t tell you.

And when the time for the spell drive tournament comes around the corner, you watch so intently as Leona scores every goal and defense towards his opponents, he was crushing it that you almost hope that Malleus won’t come and take this boy away from the spotlight he should have ever since he was a kid.

And you smiled as Leona was given the championship trophy and the best player of the game medal, and Leona turned to look in your direction with adoration in his eyes and a thankful smile, “thank you,” he mutters. You just hope that he won’t over-blot.

He over-blotted, fuck. You didn’t take into account the fact that Malleus Draconia can see you, you thought a nice conversation would be good with the man because come on, he was one of your favorite characters too, and Leona might have… Found out some way, you let out a curse as a sand tornado encloses you in, “don’t worry [y/n], I’ll let you out soon, I just need to take care of some pests.” You want to smack him in the head.

And you can feel the world pulling and closing you in and their whispers of: come on, it’s time to leave. You don’t belong here. Like hell, you were leaving the man who you spent your teen years and have fallen in love with.

And you can feel the fire, fire so scorching that it can burn up the entire world into ashes. And the sandstorm surrounding you is littered with flames and Leona turns to look at you with wide bewildered eyes, in the background you can hear Lilia shouting things that consist of: “an archangel?” your identity crisis of being a bird has finally been solved, thanks, grandpa.

It was time to bring your boyfriend back to sanity.

Your eyes glowed gold in color as you wrapped your wings around the tired lion who had just finished over-blotting, thank God, or sevens. Ruggie turns to you with an indiscernible expression on his face, “you were real?” “Why wouldn’t I be?” 

“Like, I mean I can’t see you, so, I thought Leona was kind of delusional once aha—”

“Well, it defeats the purpose of being a guardian angel of Leona if you can see me, right?”

(Omake:

Falena receiving threatening messages from a so-called guardian angel: What the fuck is this bullshit. Let me follow this.)

Azul Ashengrotto:

"This is just… spectacular!"

When Azul first laid his eyes on you, he was bewildered. He hasn’t seen a mermaid in these parts and surely mermaids with wings. This was his first experience of meeting a winged mermaid, his parents told him once in his bedtime stories that a Mélusine can grant you wishes if you have ever stumbled upon them once. And he is very excited to get those wishes.

He lets out a toothy smile as his eight tentacles crawled through the ground to reach the slumbering mermaid, her white wings curling around her like a protective cocoon. Pretty, Azul suddenly has the urge to touch the mermaid’s wings. It can be his first wish, he reasoned with himself. And his stubby little fingers reach out to your wings gently and sacredly, as if he was handling a precious artifact from the sea. And a touch was form, feather, and skin. You woke up in a dark place and all you can think about is drowning—

You were breathing so harshly, your vision splashed with dark spots as you felt like you were drowning, and you can’t breathe— Really? Is this how you die a second time? By drowning again? And your fingers made their way to your neck, tightly clutching onto it like a lifeline, and a terrified small whisper made its way to your unhinged ears, then suddenly, you were waking up from the panic attack that seemed to consume you.

Your eyes wandered all over the place before finally focusing on a small octopus who was looking at you with terrified eyes, you can’t believe that you just literally traumatized a child with your panic attack. Then you’re spluttering, is that a young Azul Ashengrotto right in front of you? “Azul?” And Azul stood even more upright than before bowing his head at a thirty-degree angle.

“Y-yes! No! I meant; how do you know my name?” And before you could answer, the child gasps and points at your wings again. You were shocked as wings were sprouting at your back. “What the fuck— I— What is this?” You forgot that you have a child in front of you. He points and shouts: “wings! They’re very pretty!” You tilted your head to the side.

“Thank you?” Azul gasps and points at himself, “how did you know my name? Is it because you’re a Mélusine and came to grant my wishes?” “What’s a Mélusine?” Azul shyly grins before answering your question, “mermaids who have cool wings and cool tails!” He looks down at his tentacles with a bitter smile, “and they said you can grant wishes! So, can you—you grant my wish?” Quite ironic, since he was the one granting wishes the last time you played. You didn’t have the heart to refuse the young ten-year-old Azul so you nodded your head.

“Can—can we be friends?” He bowed, and this was the start of a blooming friendship between loners.

The first few weeks, Azul has brought you different foods that his family restaurant makes. You were grateful but you need to tell him to stop because he might make his family bankrupt with how much he’s giving you free food. “You might turn bankrupt with how much you’re giving me food.” Azul shakes his head, “no problem! Mom makes a lot of delicious food; we will never go bankrupt!” What… A positive child.

You dreaded the start of another school year, you watched as Azul slumped on your tail sadly, “what’s got you in the dumps?” You ask, “school, they’ll bully me about my tentacles again.” He grumbles as he grips your scaly flesh causing you to flinch and he immediately retracted his hand seeing your reaction.

“Sorry.” And he wilts before brightening up again and pointing at his tentacles, “can I make a wish? I want to have your tail.” You stared in horror at the man, will he go that far just to get accepted by society’s standards? You can feel the tears stinging your eyes but you paid no mind and held Azul’s cheeks gently.

“I won’t do it.” As if you can grant wishes, “I like you as Azul not whatever you wanted for yourself because you wanted to fit in, kids like them bully those who are different because they’re not unique they’re just inconsequential cogs in this game but you’re not, you’re perfect the way you are.” Azul cries in your chest as he lets out the insecurities deep inside his soul.

You’ve followed Azul once inside of his school (because you were a worried mother hen) to find him shouting at his bullies telling them that they’re inconsequential cog pieces, oh my god.

And when he finally mastered his special magic, the first thing that he did was grant your wish just like how you have granted him his wish of being his friend, “I’ll have my wish granted at a later time.” Azul tilts his head to the side, “what will I show you then?” You smiled, “everything that you do impresses me.” Azul preens at that.

And when the time for Night Raven College, you cried as you spotted the legs you were familiar with, you were stuck with a tail for years. You fall on your butt as your legs wobble and Azul hurriedly helps you up, the both of you peacefully unaware of two sets of prying eyes. “So, this is the Mélusine you were talking about Azul?” Jade asks as Floyd grins, “she looks so fragile, can I hug her?” And Azul immediately came to your rescue by shielding you away from the tweels.

Sevens bless him by that, because man, the tweels sure are intimidating in real life. The Lord has mercy. Wait, did they just see you? You tilted your head to the side, and so did Azul, “you can see her?” The tweels look at each other with confusion clear on their faces and they nod their heads. Safe to say you were pulled into a lot of mischievous pranks because people can’t see you and they can get away from it.

You expected Azul to be in his in-game persona when he went to Night Raven College, but no. He was better, he grants wishes but asks for money instead of their weaknesses and strong magics. And he already implanted the point system that was only applied after his overblot in the monstro lounge. 

You cheered and hugged Azul as tightly as you can, because wow character development. The tweels watch in the background as their dorm leader gets assaulted by a frail winged mermaid, “Azul! I’m very proud.” Azul splutters as he tries to hide his blossoming cheeks in his fedora hat. “A—About what?!” You can’t tell him that everything went worse in another universe, so you smiled. “You grew up.” Azul huffs.

“Of course, hey, you didn’t make a wish yet. My offer still stands, but of course, since you’re my guardian Mélusine I won’t ask for any payment—”

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I summon these demons!

Synopsis: Instead of throwing out spells left and right, isn't it much more fun and cool to have a demon do it instead?

[ Venti, Zhongli x Fem! Reader ]

TW: Demons, rituals, swear words, suggestive themes, some bits of Dottore slander, Childe almost dying, repetition of words because I have a small vocabulary.

Word Count: 4,093k

You’ve always had a love for the mystical and fantasy side of the world, even though most of your peers, even your parents (you have wanted them to be more supportive of your dream.) Have constantly tried to dissuade your stubborn self (because you can’t summon spells like everyone even though you have a lot of mana that no one had ever seen in history). Though you didn’t pay any mind to the subsequent jeers and teasing of your classmates and from society, you were strong and they weren’t.

And you were going to show them what [y/n] [l/n] is made of, but you didn’t take into account getting an equally baffling and weird… friendship? Fischl who was peacefully eating her noodles made especially by her mother, finally opened her mouth to speak her bullshit: “My friend, my sworn sister, my most powerful magician in the kingdom of crows, I have heard your prayers of wanting to summon a fearful entity? Beyond without a shadow of a doubt that I have not doubted you for even a second.” 

“Amy.” You exasperated and sighed at your friend’s antics, in the corner of your eyes you can see the mean wizards and the popular stuck-up rich princesses and princes pointing fingers at your friend’s grand bizarre show of her… words.

“And who might Amy be?” She elegantly or tried to be elegant tilted her head to the side but was stopped as Mona came by to your table with a disgusting bowl of salad with no meat, berries, or nuts, in sight. Both you and Fischl’s eyes widened at the pitiful sight and looked back towards Mona who sheepishly sent out a smile. She's broke, isn't she?

“Are you going full-on vegan?” You blanch.

Mona huffs and forcefully elbowed Fischl onto the side, Fischl let out a painful moan before sitting up straight and sending a glare to Mona, “oh my dear astrologist, how can you be so painfully rude to your Prinzessin?” Mona scowled and finally, Fischl relents to her fearsome gaze and scoots away from Mona’s vicinity as a touch can painfully set aflame her porcelain skin. Seeing Fischl huddled up closer to your side she finally sits on the wooden bench.

“So, what is it that I’ve heard about you trying to summon demons?” You glowered at the blonde girl beside you who was trying so hard to avert her gaze anywhere just so that she can’t face the frightening light in your eyes. “And where did you hear that from?” You inquired from the astrologist in front of you.

The astrologist huffs and rolled her eyes to the side as she painfully stared daggers at the whole crowd that never bothered to hide their sharp-seethe swords nor the mocking stares glaring down your figure, “unfortunately, your fame precedes your expectation [y/n].” Mona looks at you with pity.

“Oh god. What is it now?” Fischl who has been quiet whistles and starts to furiously type away at her phone, finding what she was looking for, she abruptly shoves the phone into your hands. You sent a frown her way as she let out a hump and turned to the other side and focused on her meal, which smells deliciously scrumptious, you can also see Mona trying to get a few bites out of the meal which Fischl effectively deflected her advances towards her food.

“A magicless student inside of the esteemed Teyvat academy of magicians and scholars is repetitively seen trying to summon demons?” You huff and throw the phone onto the table with a loud sound effectively making Fischl and Mona stop their antics. “Seriously, students these days can’t just mind their own business. And magicless? I won’t go so far as to call myself magicless; I have thrice the amount of mana the entire school population has! I— I just can’t do spells, which I don’t know why. And why do they make it sound like demons are bad? Demons are also accepted here.” You stop with your rants and turn to face Mona and Fischl, fire was seen in your eyes.

“You believe me, right?” You pressed.

“We—we do?” You satisfactorily nodded at their hesitant agreement and stood up from your seat, your hands making their way to your bag, as you messily fumbled around the messy dump called your things. You finally found the book you were looking for and brought it out for the whole world to see and slam it down on the table with a loud bang. “And what’s this?” Mona asks as she prods at the book with a weird title: a guide to summoning demons: made by the illustrious Paimon!

“This looks very suspicious,” Fischl utters before snapping out of her stupor and trying to cover up her words with royal terms.

“I’m going to summon demons and I’m going to succeed and after that? I’m going to blast all of those motherfuckers on how overpowered I am.” Fischl and Mona absentmindedly stared at you and Mona scoots closer towards Fischl and so did her, “should we stop her?” Fischl curiously asks, “I… I don’t know.”

“What do you mean ‘I don’t know?’” Fischl snide.

“You do know that my astrology magic doesn’t work on [y/n] right?”

“And?”

Mona facepalms, because why is she stuck with these dorks?

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You slam the book down the ground as the cult star thing that you can normally see in movies is laid on the ground, fully drawn with perfect precision. You’re summoning demons, things can go to shit in five seconds and you aren’t taking any chances, you look towards your side to see any things that you might have done wrong or the tools that you needed are not there where you place them.

Ten intermediate mana potions? Check, you might have a ton of mana but you aren’t going to take chances, if you manage to deplete your mana in a fight with a demon (which is impossible) you might find yourself in the afterlife, and you can’t afford that.

Ten high-grade healing potions? Check, to make a demon subservient, you need to beat the shit out of them, in which you don’t know how you will fare. But isn’t life just like that?

A contract? Check.

A binding easy-to-rip spell? Check, just in case you can’t make the demon subservient; it might run a serious ruckus and worse might get you expelled. You don’t want that happening.

“Okay, let’s do this!” You shout and bring forward a knife, the knife pierces your palm as you chant the summoning guide clearly instructed on the book you’ve been following to a tee. A drop of blood fell to the floor, now a stream quickly fills the crevices of the star inside of a circle that you have carved carefully and gently, and finally the star glows a deep red before turning white and it filled the entire room, and you were sure you were getting out of this blind.

A voice was later heard.

Venti:

“Woo! What a nice feeling, now, If I can only have wine together. That would be the cherry on top!” A cheery voice which you didn’t expect from a demon, you expected them to have, and finally, the light subsided and its place was a boy or a girl? You don’t know, do demons even have gender or are they all gender-neutral? You’re going to ask Dottore later.

In its place was a boy (you’re going to assume.) He had braids sprouting out of the side of his hair which is colored in teal, and oh boy, he has wings on his back. Are demons even supposed to have wings? And the clothes, white silk fabrics hang around his shoulders and to his chest like a crop top with white shorts covering his bottom part. And before you can stop yourself, “are you a boy or a girl? Like I mean, what pronouns are you comfortable with? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, and oh! I’m [y/n] [l/n]!” You stood up from the ground and bowed, “please take care of me.”

The demon gapes at your introduction before letting out a peal of laughter, “my, my, awfully polite, aren’t we?” You shrug, “can you afford to be this polite to a demon?” The demon asks you curiously.

You tilted your head to the side before speaking: “As I mean, I’m kind to Dottore.” The demon leans his head to the side at the mention of the name, his slender fingers coming up to his chin in a thinking motion, “Dottore? I haven’t heard of that name in the demon realm.” You gasp in shock as you think back to the face of that despicable man.

“Oh, I see. So, he was human.” Hearing your bated whispers, the demon lets out a laugh as he tries to wipe the tears out of his eyes that fall down the slope of his cheeks, “you’re very funny, it’s been years since a mortal has made me laugh. All those demons were so boring, especially Morax.” The demon stops laughing and faces you with a smile.

“Now what is your name, dear contractor?”

“Uh, [y/n] [l/n]?” You said, the demon in turn nodded his head before raising a finger, “I just want one thing before we proceed to the contract.” He eyes the fridge that was right beside the summoning ritual and you gulp, does he want to eat you? The demon bobs his head up and down and points toward the refrigerator.

“Do you have wine with you?” You slowly nodded your head in confirmation, seeing your action the demon significantly brightens up even more so than before. “I want that.” Baffled, you tilted your head to the side and asked: “you don’t want a fight?” The demon smiles and leans undeniably closer toward your direction, “If you want to, I’ll happily oblige.” You hastily run to the refrigerator as the demon let out a laugh at your actions.

“So, what’s your name?” You hesitantly ask the demon who was busily looking over the contract while also chugging a bottle of wine (this was his third bottle.) “You don’t know?” You nod. “You don’t even know my name? And you summoned me.” He pointed out sharply.

You flinch at his tone, “I like humans like you, so full and rich with mana. And oh, how pure you are. It makes me giddy to have you as my contractor all by myself. You’re only my contractor, right?” You hastily nodded. The demon smiled before letting the contract dissolve into the air and a mark of anemo seared onto the right side of your waist. “You may call me Barbatos, I’m the eighth of the 72nd demons. But you may call me however you like, contractor.” He neared your face as he lightly kissed the supple of your cheek, “Ven—Venti, can I call you that?” Barbatos stopped with his gestures as he smiled and nodded in satisfaction.

Venti’s hand travels down to the side of your body, and finally, his fingers rhythmically thump on the mark hidden underneath the layers of clothing over your waist. “Let’s have a good time together, okay? [y/n]-chan.”

To summon the eight, which is one of the most powerful demons in the 72nd demon realm, surely turns heads. Almost everyone in your school has heard of your accomplished feat and is now gawking and staring at the demon, which basks in the attention he is getting. The green cape on his shoulders fluttered in the wind as his black shoes made a sound on the marbled floor of the academy (you made him change his clothing, because sure as hell is he not strutting up to your school in that outfit.)

In the short weeks, you have known Venti, you have decided that he is a menace.

He’s a bad alarm clock, he will never wake you up if you ever so decided to let him do the job. He will silently and stealthily turn off your alarm clock with his wind and will snuggle up closer to you, got to control that demon urges, right?  

And of course, during lectures, he will sit right in front of your desk. And no one corrects him for it, because who has the guts to fight a demon who is a part of the top ten strongest? Like, who? You, of course.

“Venti, please get down. I can’t take down notes if you’re in my way.” You irritably hissed out. Venti whistles and gets down from your desk but instead makes his way to your lap as he cuddles comfortably to your chest, “come on, he’s just spouting bullshit, I can teach you about the history of demons later, I can’t control my urges anymore.” You huff and undeniably pulled the demon closer.

Lunchtime with Venti is hell, literally and figuratively. He wants the wine and he will get it (maybe your kisses too, but you’re not ready for it yet.) Once the cafeteria staff denied him of his wine, he blew up a fit and decided to blow the whole cafeteria away, he almost got you expelled but a little threat from Venti was all it takes to make them take back their expulsion.

Venti loves your attention and since lectures take most of it, he decides to take all of your full love and care during lunchtime. His place is on your lap, he had taken territory of it since the first time you’ve ever summoned him, and all Mona and Fischl can do is stare at the thousand-year-old demon snuggling up to a sleep-deprived university student. 

And when school is over? It’s Venti time, you know that demon urges I keep saying? It’s when demons have the sudden urge to spew chaos but it can usually be quelled by their contractor through intimate gestures, that’s why Venti usually stays close to your vicinity never leaving and always so affectionate.

Venti loves wine but he loves your mana more, every night time he will bother you and will persuade you to make him drink your mana again. And you let him do so, which causes you to wake up all tired and groggy tomorrow.

“I love you so much, you’re the freedom that I crave for centuries. Now, let me cherish you until death does us part, and once death comes knocking down on your door. I will bring you with me down to the depths of hell, and no angel can keep you away from me.”

Zhongli:

“Who dares summon the demon of war?” A rough and uneven voice was heard and in the place of the subsequent dimming light stood a tall man with long hair flowing to his back, his arms covered and basking in geo energy in which veins litter his fingers up to his arms. His golden eyes shine in horrid glee as he looks left and right to find the mortal who had dared to summon the demon of war.

War, all humans, angels, demons, and any other species have fear of it. But this demon calls himself the demon of war? The definition of the word, and its embodiment? You let out a shaky breath and suck in a harsh inhale. You don’t know if you’re getting out of this alive, the man who wore a white hooded cape over his hood and the long baggy white pants steps out of the summoning ritual and gazes upon you with confusion.

“You’re the mortal who summoned me?” If it weren’t for the thick tension in the air and the way his eyes glinted over with murderous intent, you would have cussed him out to the ends of Teyvat. But unfortunately, you can’t. “Y—yes?” Curse you for stuttering, this man was intimidating as hell and you stuttered in front of him. Now, you wondered why you didn’t try to summon angels instead.

The demon scoffs and glares at you with anger, “you dare lie to me? But you’re weak. You would need a needless amount of mana to summon me.” You can’t bring it upon yourself to say that you do have a needless amount of mana, The demon eyes you and the surroundings before finally giving in, “no matter, fight me. And I will judge for myself if you truly deserve to have the demon of war under you.” Fuck.

And immediately the demon created hundreds of geo stone spears and the mass of it caused some of your furniture to shred and topple over to the ground. You watch with painful eyes as an expensive tea set from Liyue got shattered on the carpet floor of your apartment, “my—my tea set! Do you not know how expensive that is?!”

The demon looks at the shattered pieces of glass before making it levitate and immediately the sharp piece of glassware went flying towards you at a speed not caught by the human eye, you pray to the gods above you as you manage to dodge the sharp crystal that flew past you.

Strands of hair fall to the ground and you can feel the painful cut from the glass on your cheek, you let out a curse. “You—” At his strangled grasp, you turned towards the demon who was intently staring at your cheek which has blood drawing out of it, the demon look to be starving as his face flush pink and he immediately pounces over to you and you let out a shriek.

Your body made contact with his as his hands made their way to yours and put it on top of your head, effectively locking you in place. You fumbled around the floor as you tried to let his grip on your hand loosen but who were you to win against a demon? The demon leaned closer to your face before getting his tongue out.

And oh my god? Is that a serpent’s tongue? And he licks the blood dripping down to your chin up to the wound where it continuously lets out streams of blood, what the fuck is this sexual tension? You tense in his ministrations and you can feel him let out a satisfied grumble through his chest which is directly in contact with yours. “It’s full of life.”

“Of course, it’s full of life. It's blood!” Maybe you shouldn’t have been too sarcastic to a powerful demon, but the demon looks thrilled at the prospect of you rebelling as he let out a deep laugh, “how interesting, my name is Morax. I’m the 21st demon of the demon realm, and I will have your mana.” Baffled, you stared at Morax with wide eyes.

“Excuse me?” You stared at him with surprise before the surprise turned into anger, like hell no, you are letting some demon manhandle you. “No.” You uttered firmly. Morax who heard you tilted his head to the side. “No?” You nodded your head. Morax sent you a chilling smile as he further prodded at your words. “No?”

Having enough you speak out: “Yes, are you deaf?” Morax who was bewildered stared at you for a few seconds before his stare turned sharp as a metal sword, “and why do you think I will listen to the likes of you?”

“Because consent is sexy.”

“Excuse me?”

“You are excused.” And with all of your might kick him in the groin and he with his guard down managed to let you escape with a pained groan, and without wasting time you ripped the binding spell and a blinding light went straight towards the demon who was unprepared. Morax, who was now bonded, let out fearsome growls and shouts consisting of “Let me go, you mortal!” Like hell, you would.

“First, no I won’t let you go. Second, I don’t want to call you Morax, can I call you Zhongli instead? Third, no way in hell am I making you go to my school dressed like that. Fourth, I would let you drink my mana if you sign the contract with me and ask for my consent, and fifth, my name is [y/n] [l/n] your contractor, not mortal nor human. Understood?”

And the demon can’t help but nod his head in confusion. The contract constricted and formed into rocks as it crumbled and turned to dust in five seconds, with the disappearance of the contract, the mark of geo appeared on your lower back as it glowed and throbs with the energy of geo.

You’ve always wondered how a demon can change in the span of a few weeks, the once unruly Morax now turned into a polite-mannered Zhongli. You would have doubted if Zhongli was the demon of war if he had been this polite in your first meeting.

Zhongli is undeniably a good alarm clock that wakes you up gently and will even cook you breakfast, you always ask him why he cooks breakfast, and Zhongli with his gaze of gold let out a fond sigh at your question and off he rants about his acolytes, Xiao? Was it? Doesn’t know how to cook shit and the only food that he can cook and is an expert at is almond tofu.

And Ganyu? Well, Zhongli said that Ganyu only eats the plants and herbs that they can find in his territory and well, Zhongli isn’t a fan of plants. You knew that from how much he liked the slow-cooked bamboo shoot soup that you cooked for the man or in this case demon.

If you didn’t know any better you would have thought that Xiao and Ganyu were his children with how fondly he talks about them, you asked him once before and he started sputtering (“I—They—are not my children, though If you would like to have one—” You stared with wide eyes at the demon, and he coughs into his fist.)

And when it’s time for class, your professor is in one hell of a ride with Zhongli, every time the professor says something wrong. Zhongli coughs into his fist as he leans closer to you and quietly mutters the right answer, in a voice that your whole class can unfortunately or fortunately can hear, and it has your professor steaming in red fury. You tried to choke down your laughter at how angry your professor looked by the end of the day.

And when it’s lunchtime, Zhongli has your likes and dislikes with food down to a tee, he will spare no mess when it comes to his contractor. He will line up in your stead for the cafeteria food and almost everyone clears out of his way, and if someone doesn’t. Wow, would you look at that, who’s Zhongli? I only know Morax.

Once he tasted the cafeteria food, he would frown so hard you worried for a second before saying that the cafeteria food isn’t good enough for his contractor and will throw it out of the window, all the chef ladies hate you now after that. He will also serve you tea, sometimes Mona and Fischl wonder if you summoned the demon of war and not a servant.

Childe, hearing of you summoning a powerful demon, immediately went up to Zhongli and started to provoke Zhongli, (“are you sure you’re a demon?” “Yes, I am a demon.”) And you’re so proud of Zhongli that he isn’t instantly hurling insults or even stone spears at Childe’s direction, but all of it shattered as soon as Childe decided to insult you to get a reaction out of the demon, and oh boy, God bless Childe by managing to dodge the thousands of stone spears hurling toward his way.

And since Zhongli loves your mana, adores and worships it even. You need to give this man his daily dose of mana or else he will all turn Morax on everyone, and since you need to get all intimate for mana to get transferred, the more intimate the action the more powerful the mana is transferred. And Zhongli, who loves your mouth after your mana, likes to kiss you to get his mana. (Well, if you’d like other means, he’s all ears.)

“How addicting the taste of your lips is, I want it. I want it so bad that I feel I’ll go crazy if I can’t have your lips on mine. If you’ll allow me, contractor, I’ll love and spoil you until you can feel as if you’ll die from it.”